Tierney--

1954--a short enternity ago. Thirty-two strong, we descended on the Lost Fifties and Gung-two, amid clothing displays, company boards, and cries of "Take Brigade." Four years, three upper classes, two tacs, and one heck of a lot of friends later, we're separating again--ready for what lies ahead because of what has gone behind. The twenty-four who made it have a lot of memories--Biff's constructive criticism, Weezy's brown boy, Shunk's "Hey Hugh,", Edgie's 20-20, Guspadene's teeth, Herren's pipe, the amours of Huff, Easley, and Forman. Hugh's Sunday School classes, Palmer's Rebel yell, and Fay's "This place leaves something to be desired." No one will forget Kosciusko, Fatty Arbuckle, Moose Arbruster, Doctor McCauley, Herr Depew, Bird-dog, Fluffy, Tubby, Wing-Ding, Looney, Bellie, Lump Lump, and the last, but not least, Spuds and Ollie.

Please review the "Roommates" chart at hyperlinked button below to assure accuracy. For additions/corrections, please email Claradell at [email protected] Also under construction, is a linking page which will detail "stories" told by various roomies. Then your G-2 company classmate's name will be linked to his respective "story."

   
  
   
  
   
  
   
  
   
  
   
  
   
Tac Officers
 
Major Edward J. Mason
("Spuds")
 Captain George S. Oliver
("Ollie")
A note taken from a Bob Tierney email dated 17 November 2000
Original message:
Otherwise there COULD be one possible explanation for dropping Fluffy until now at rest deep in the subconscious. It was the time he reneged during a boxing deal we cooked ... probably as Plebes. Going in we agreed to just spar around for 3 rounds with an occasional feint at realism. This designed to fool Snuffy-Shorty or whatever the coach's name was with the generously dispersed nose. But in the interval before the 3rd and final round, Fluffy later claimed his second, Wayne Day grew alarmed that Snuffy-Shorty might be onto our chirade so Wayne urged Fluffy to clock me early on in the 3rd to avoid a rematch and poor grade. Torn between expediency and deal honoring, Fluffy succumbed to the former. As we approached ring-central Brother Fluffy, without so much as a how-d-do delivered a smash to my own nose drawing blood, viscera and disbelief. My quick, and yes, desperate glances at Day and Snuffy-Shorty revealed wide smirks of approval. And then there was Fluffy coming on confidently, huffing ... puffing like an Otis Elevator that I only learned much later was to be his destiny. Feeling in extremis, wounded, dishonored and violated, I managed barely to suck energy and will from theretofore mysterious, sources and landed a punch to set Fluffy's own nose ablaze. At that moment our elegant tho contrived demonstration of pugilism went south. Snuffy-Shorty finally called the outcome indeterminate tho he congratulated both of us on round 3 and announced to the entire
assembly something like: "That's what we're looking for!"

Glad you liked the Granddaughter piece. There were a few inconsistencies in the draft and I can't claim credit for authoring the whole thing but parts are mine.

Bob
https://www.west-point.org/class/usma1958/special/50th%20Overview.pdf
Link to reunion history book project for Bob Tierney
 
West Point: September 10, 2003   San Antonio; October 22, 2004
 
San Antonio: October 22, 2004:
w/John and Barbara Palmer
  San Antonio: October 22, 2004
w/Eliots, Julians, X
San Antonio: October 23, 2004
Brad Eliot Bob Tierney
August-December, 1958: Moore Air Force Base; Mission, TX:
Brad Eliot and Bob Tierney

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